Communing With The Trees
Pikku, the dog, photo bombing picture of Wildflower Farm House.
Surrounded by woods, I like to go out and walk the farm road. I have built an “understanding” with the forest trees over time here. When I go out we greet each other as friends. Yesterday, I took Pikku with me to just feel nature around us a bit. Pikku, sniffed around and I took some photos of the farm and the line of the woods.
I call this photo progression because I noticed some things, possibly because of the NE legal green and partly just cuz my mind is strange….I noticed that tiny planted by me apple tree, standing low against the backdrop of the willow which also stood in front of a larger tree, which too stood by a larger tree, which stood close to an even larger tree standing amongst a forest of trees. A comparison in a sense of the size of man when compared to the colossalness of nature….. And still back and small on the left stands a wooden shed, the progression of a living forest into man made, man planted, man harvested…. Through all of the cycle…
Myth becomes lore on the swing by the fairy forest….. Just at the edge of the quotidian realm…
One of my favorite places in the yard…. I actually altered this photo in several different ways with my phone… I wanted to play with mood and vibe. And no I am not a photographer. Just a quarantined inn keeping currently closed homesteading housewife. I just enjoy all that is creative. So I am going to share some of the other versions.
Maybe for a book of fairy tales? Once upon a time in the deep woods…..
This one, puts me in mind a bit of an old book of fairy tales from my childhood.
The Natural Version
This last one I love because of the lush naturalness of it…. The way I can smell early spring in New England, just by looking at it.
This one, was all about the comparative greatness of human made fencing and nature’s own fence the tree line. The values of people on our side of the fence, the magic of nature barred to us by the tree line of the woods…
Yeh, I will never make it as an artist and most certainly never as a photographer.
But it was something to do during quarantine.
I had a lovely time with my trees.
Thank you for reading.
Amanda of Wildflower Farm
Wildflower Farm, is a small New England homestead, B&B and AirBnB, in the Baystate. We came out here 7 years ago, when we returned from the better part of 10 years as peripatetic aristotelian nomads, for my husband's post docs. Upon our return, we had a plan. We had a lovely home. Everything was so clear. Then, I got sick. Things I used to eat all the time during our travels elsewhere in the world and even here before I left almost 10 years earlier made me ill. It took a couple trips to the ER and a trip to specialist... It became clear, something had changed in the way food is processed in this country since last I lived here. Some off label things was inevitably going to be my demise.
My husband and I looked around to see the clear path we were on, had exploded in front of us. We decided we had to create a new path for ourselves. We put children on hold. We found a small piece of land with a house we loved in a rural suburb in a right to farm area. I began researching how to do it ourselves. Grow it ourselves, make it ourselves, survive on our own as much as possible. We bought the property, and began plotting a new course. One that didn't involve off label chemicals. Closer to nature, with a lot more DIY, gardens, and animals for the products they provide. We created a life we loved though it hasn't always been easy and has of course come with compromise with each other, and even with ourselves.
Our family thought we had lost our minds. What were we doing leaving the city? We had no idea how hard this would be. They thought we would be back in 6 months. That was over 7 years ago, now. We have been making it work. They were not wrong, it isn't easy. But has anything worth doing ever been easy? And for us, avoiding as much store bought food as possible was simply necessary so I could live given how sick I was getting.
Then Covid hit.... We were lucky to have this place. It has allowed us a lot less need for public use territories which has kept us a lot safer and spared us much of the risk others face daily. This place, has given us a privilege through this of great meaning to us. To be of use in a difficult time. We have been able to help friends family and even strangers in need when things couldn't be found on store shelves. Or money was tight due to not working, rent being due and a child at home, or some other draining situation. We are so very grateful to have been able to not be helpless like so much of society through this miserable time. Our families, got used to it some time ago, us being out here. They made peace with it the day there was no bread and they had to ask me for some. Or when fresh vegies were rotten due to supply chain issues but they could find plenty in my garden.
Wildflower Farm, was a place I dreamed of. One of those sweet pastoral dreams a city dweller grows up knowing will never come true, that became unavoidable when I became ill. I never expected to get to do this. I never thought I had what it takes to make this work. I have learned pacing myself is important, compromise is critical, hard work never ends, burn out is real so breaks are just a necessary evil.
We are not fully self sufficient, but we work hard in that direction as we create a new path through life for ourselves, always reaching to do even more ourselves and to get closer to the ideal we envision. We are however far more self sufficient than many in this world. 7 years in, we continue to learn and grow in this homesteading lifestyle. We welcome comments and advice and ideas and questions.
We welcome visitors from all over to our home with strict covid policies in place. We spend our time learning to live all over again in a more environmental and sustainable way though even there we are far from perfect always learning and growing doing better as we know better.
This little homestead farm is a magical place named for the New England wildflowers that grow all around. A place where a physicist, watches the night sky on clear nights with the aide of mirror and glass, and a woman, works endlessly in the gardens, the kitchen, and a variety of projects to create and to keep a very unique life style running and functioning. Wildflower Farm, has become so much more than simply a piece of land we can grow a few vegetables on. The longer I spend here, the more alive the land seems, the more I learn about it's function and the more meaning it has. My place in the universe and the next steps on our new path become ever more clear.
We welcome you on this journey with us.